Twyla Twacht - Lesbo Lessons

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Twyla Twacht

Lesbo Lessons

Chapter 1

When she arrived in the chairman's office at the high school, Mara Blake was not sure of her boss' sexual interest. Ruth Peter had smiled at her, had talked calmly and casually about the school. But even then, Mara recalled, there was a hint of the sexual attack to come. Even then Ruth had demonstrated a sign that she coveted the younger woman's body. At first it was only in Ruth's eyes. As she talked, her eyes were fixed on the thin cotton T-shirt that sheathed her full round breasts, on the large nipples that seemed ready to burst through.

A moment later as she asked her question, Ruth's eyes fell to the Eurasian beauty's long bare legs and the smooth coffee-colored thighs and lingered on Mara's crotch. Mara was nervously aware that the skirt hugged her flesh too tightly, that her hips and breasts were too sexy for this kind of interview. But it was a hot day and she hated heat. For a second she thought she was wrong about Ruth Peter being a lesbian, but her next remark worried her even more than what seemed to be a frank look of open desire.

"Your skin is very lovely, Miss Blake," Ruth Peters said, eyeing her carefully. "it looks like burnished gold. It's so beautiful I want to touch it."

Ruth laughed as Mara blushed. "Oh it's just that I paint, my dear, and I am so sensitive to skin color. I do a good many nudes in fact." Ruth's eyes were riveted to the deft between Mara's firm thighs. "The texture of skin does fascinate me."

She leaned forward and rubbed her fingers lightly along the beautiful girl's thighs. For a crazy moment, Mara was sure, they would plunge upward into her vagina, entwine themselves madly about her thick bush. It was not only that Ruth's gesture was deeply sensual, she could see that the woman was seriously aroused. Ruth's eyes were dilating as she stared at Mara's legs and her voice was trembly. Or was all this just in her mind?

I shouldn't have worn this damned dress, Mara thought irritably, but she wanted something cool and she had hardly expected a lesbian chairman of the English department. If she had she would not have perfumed her vagina with Chanel Number Five. That had been for Mike, whom she would be seeing in an hour. Mike had insisted. That would be his appetizer, he said jokingly.

"First I suck your perfumed pussy and then we have a French dinner. What could be a better way to start." Mara had not objected. She loved the way Mike gave her head. It kept her tingling down there till they could make love later in his apartment.

"For dessert I'm going to let you eat my cock," he went on teasingly, "and jam it up your lovely sweet smelling cunt."

So Mara had doused her pubic area heavily with it. Rubbed it into the bush, along the sensitive lips of her vagina, even into the labia till they stung. Why not, the big bottle was Mike's personal gift and it had cost him a fortune. But now she was sorry. She wore only the light fluffy red lace panties that Mike had brought at Les Prin-temps in Paris, ridiculously gossamer thin briefs that consider of a couple of strings, a flap in the back that just screened a few inches of her buttocks and that was shamelessly open in front. Mike had bought them because he enjoyed parking the car on a dark street, when they were going somewhere, lifting up her skirt and sucking her. It drove her crazy but he loved it.

But now she was aware that from her chair a few feet away Ruth must obviously be smelling the strong scent that came from her bush. And it was affecting her. She switched her own chair slightly so that Ruth could not stare between her thighs. Maybe she was just imagining things. Maybe Ruth Peter was just regarding her with the eye of an excited painter. It was important that she get this job. She loved teaching and this was one of the best high schools in Los Angeles. She did not just want a dun job modeling or being a receptionist, and acting bored her. Teaching young active, brilliant minds, excited her. If she could get the job then she would not have to return to Hong Kong.

"Please, Miss Peter," she began now. "I really do think I could do a good job. I know I haven't had experience here in LA but I've taught in New York and the Board of Education okayed me. If I can just get your okay for a trial period-"

Ruth Peter's eyes stared at the girl's nipples. "You know I would love to paint you in the nude," she said, as if she had not heard Mara. "It would be like a Gauguin portrait. Very challenging. Maybe we can talk about that some time." She rose and walked to her file cabinet. Mara sat there cursing herself for wearing the outfit she had. She knew now it had not just been the heat. When the name R. J. Peter had been listed as the chairman, she had assumed it was a man. She knew the chairman had to okay her or she could not work. Deep down, she realized, she had wanted the male chairman to stare at her thighs, even to get an erection, as men often did when they sat opposite her. It was her trump card with men, working them up.

She had even wanted him to look between her legs and probably would have made it easy for him to see her bush and to sniff the heady perfume mixed with her own fleshly scent. She could handle the man later, perhaps let him cop a feel now and then, but if he wanted more, she would hint that his wife would hear about it. But a lesbian boss always threw her off. She never knew what to do, how to avoid trouble, and God knew there would be trouble with this woman. She felt instinctively that if the door had been locked, as it had been in New York when she applied for a modeling job, Ruth would have kissed her.

Maybe she would not have done the grotesque thing the woman in New York had done. The plump, matronly woman, who had obviously had several drinks at lunch, actually got on her knees, spread Mara's thighs and let her mouth slobber hungrily over Mara's vagina, continuing to tongue her until Mara had gone out of her head. The idiotic woman kept saying constantly "Oh baby I love your cunt… I love it… I love… Do you think you could suck mine? Nobody'll bother us… They got instructions never to come in without me asking them to and the door's locked."

She had needed the job badly and had finally bent over the woman's fat thighs as she lay sprawled over the desk and lapped at her already very wet bush. But she had fled the job a week later because the woman harassed her. Was Ruth Peter going to do this to her now? This job was far more important to her. She had trained hard for this job and she wanted it desperately. Could she put up with that kind of thing again, she wondered as Ruth peered at some files. Suddenly a thought hit her. A way out.

If she pleaded another important appointment, she might leave with her okay without inviting further trouble. Once she started teaching at Ames High, she could try to cope with Ruth's demands. At least she was not as ugly and gross as the woman in New York.

"Excuse me Miss Peter but I have to go… You see I have a doctor's appointment… I thought the interview would be over sooner and I've had to wait three months to see this man… Since you've studied my dossier and we have talked… could I… I mean, can I count on starting here next month?"

Ruth turned and smiled. "Let's discuss that tonight. You're having dinner with me at my place… I always do this with new teaching candidates, dear. I get to know them much better that way. You know, we're out of the formal office atmosphere… no phone calls… interruptions." As Mara looked doubtful, she went on in a tight, firm voice, "And I know I'm going to like you very much."

Ruth smiled but Mara knew instinctively she was doing the wrong thing by pleading a dinner date even as she did it. The chairman sat back in her swivel chair and seemingly inadvertently moved her legs apart. Mara could see the strong white muscular thighs above the sticking tops. As she talked with her eyes fixed on the wall over Mara's head, her thighs seemed to spread farther apart so that Mara could see the crotch of her panties.

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